Such a wondrous invention, touching hearts. To BE able to reach such a place in others, this is such a gift. I know this BEcause so often my own heart has been moved and forever altered by those who and that which touches me.
Somedays it is something small and seemingly insignificant. A word or a sentence that I read in an email or a blog. A lyric that captures the elusive mix of thoughtsandfeelings I have about something. Someone. Some time.
I consider it one of Life’s greatest gifts and privileges that I get to spend my days with Gracie. She is a toucher of hearts, a stirrer of feelings, a giver of Love and JOY. And never does a day go by that is NOT bettered and blessed by her love and tenderness toward me.
To BE a toucher of hearts means to BE open to one’s own heart BEing touched. And sometimes that is NOT tender or BEautiful at all. Sometimes this is the very quality which makes us so unflinchingly vulnerable. To BE moved is to BE open.
Despite the probable possibility of BEing hurt, Now or Later, letting my heart BE touched is always my first choice.
Perhaps BEcause I’m stronger Now than I’d imagined BEing, more capable of healing myself.